I'm running out of things to tell you and "I'm sorry" lines.
You say you want to live and die all at the same time.
It's no wonder you're falling apart when people keep taking pieces of you away.
I wish I knew what to do for you, I wish I knew what to say.
You say you're feeling run down, you say you're feeling tired.
You're searching for something you haven't found and your energy is less than wired.
Your cheeks have lost their color and the sparkle has left your eyes.
You say you have a broken heart, that's taken away your blue skies.
I wish you wanted to carry on, I wish your hope wasn't yet gone.